Strong Hand (for June)
He was a tall man
Raised up from the fields out pickin’ cotton
In a hard land
Where the ground was poor and the wood was rotten
But when he saw her
All those bad times were forgotten
And he believed
She was the strong hand
A good sister and a daughter
Lookin’ for one man
To Love the way that her mama’d taught her
And when she saw him
She thanked God for what he’d brought her
She believed, she believed

And it’s a miracle
How one soul finds another
Just one miracle
Is all it took for my brother
For I have seen them
As they walk the world together
And I believe, I believe

It’s a sad thing
When one must leave the other
And fly up where the voice rings
Out with all the multitudes that gather
But for a short while
Down here no song ever sounded sweeter
And we believed, we believed

For it’s a miracle
How one soul finds another
Just one miracle
Is all it took my brother
And I will see them
Someday they’ll walk again together
I believe, I believe
This I believe, I believe.